I had just dropped off my married woman at the airport for her yearly 2 week slip out to see her 91 year old mother. She lived on a farm out in Oregon all alone and still can take attention of her garden, her flower and her house better than most, plus she still drives into town to get her groceries and such. She is a singular woman, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can outlive her.

On the way back home my cellular phone telephone rang and I saw that it was my princely girl Marty. We had just celebrated her graduation from high school day a couplet of years before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few daytime so I had asked her out for breakfast while my married woman visited her mother. I figured that she was calling me back to corroborate the where and when so I answered it with my common cheery greeting.

"Hey Kidd-o, how's my favorite grand daughter ?"

"Oh granddad, I'm your only magisterial daughter,"she said for the 1000th time with a twinkle of temperateness in her voice."Did ya get granny off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm visualize unloosen and ready for the hoochy koochy female child to descend over."

"Oh granddaddy, you always bring in me laugh,"she commented with the erotic love that we had for each other ringing out clearly for me to hear.

Marty was the only baby that my own daughter and her married man had and being so, she was the apple of not only my eye but her parents and everybody else'who knew her also. She was an attractive little thing and smart as a whip. She got a scholarship to the State University in Science and was on her way to becoming whatever her heart led her to do. She was also so attractive that my son-in-law had to gravel the boys away with a baseball bat nearly every Saturday nighttime. But as we bantered back and forth in our teasing dialogue, she managed to ask me a serious question.

"Gramps, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could come to your menage and pass the weekend with you. Daddy has to go to this thing and Mom wants to go with him up to New York and they don't combine me to stay by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

"Is it that they don't trust you or all the boys that you seem to attract ?"I asked with my tongue stuck squarely into my cheek.

"Oh gramps, who side are you on anyway ?"she said with a little glint in her tone.

"To do your firstly doubtfulness, I don't see any reason that you can't stay over here, I'll just scream the hoochy koochy girls and reschedule them for next weekend,"I said in my best idle pan voice.

"Gramps, I can't believe you. I'll tell my parents that you said that its okay and I'll see you in the morning."

"O.K. Kidd-o, see ya in the dayspring,"I said clicking off the phone.

The following morning, I awoke, got up and took my contraceptive pill, showered and shaved and got ready for the arrival of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of blink of an eye java and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my one-fourth cup went I saw her pull into our drive and I saw her struggle with a suitcase as she made her way to the front door. As I opened it to let her in, I commented,"sanctum cow Marty, I didn't realize that I said you could be active in."

"I'm sorry I'm late,"she said out of breathing spell,"but my warning device didn't go off and I stayed up too latterly last dark so I, ah, overslept."

"And what about this suit causa full of, what, clothing I presume ?"I asked her with a twinkle in my eye.

"Oh Gramps, you are such a vexer,"she said, not realizing that my doubtfulness was asked in more of a good timber than I let on.

"Okay, you know your way back to your room."

When she came back out from our guest room where Marty always stayed when she was over and asked if I was quick to go out for breakfast. I made an under-the-breath comment about it being almost time for luncheon but I locked the door behind us and we took off for my favorite diner.

On my third base cup of coffee, I was about to collapse so I excused myself to go to the comfort station and excite my Snake but when I came back out, Marty seemed deep in thought so I asked her,"centime for your thinking ?"

"Oh grandad it would take a heck of a lot more than a cent to talk about what's on my judgement,"she said giving a slight smile.

"Wow, that sounds good,"I commented and then added,"Marty, you know that if you want to talk, I'll listen."

She looked up into my oculus and reached over the tabular array to acquire my bridge player between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know granddad and I love you for it,"and gave my hand a slight squeeze with her own.

The mood was broken for the time being anyway and we drove back to my home in silence. I parked the car and walked up to the house when Marty suddenly asked me,"Gramps, can I ask you a interrogative ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

"When was the number one time you ever made love with nanna ?"she blurted out.

"Holy Cow !"I said to totality jolt."Where did that come from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the low gear clip that I made love to your granny was on, oh, about our 10th date or so. We were all alone at her parent's home and we started kissing and making out and then one affair led to another and we found ourselves in her bed making love. But I knew by that metre that I loved her and I wanted to marry her, in fact, I had already proposed and she said"yes ”. We hadn't set a date yet but we got married later that year. That was 45 eld ago and I have loved every minute of it."

There a long stretch of secretiveness and finally I asked,"I've told you the truth about nan and me, now you have to tell me what's going on that prompted that question."

"Oh, I don't know, my papa asked me to ratify a pledge a class ago not to have sex until I get espouse and I was just wondering if I should have signed it,"she asked with this wishful tone in her eyes.

"Let me suppose, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to ca-ca love with him. You've fallen in dear and you want to show him just how much you love him but you have this pledge that's holding you back,"I said.

She thought for awhile and then she looked into my eyes and confessed,"Yeah, that's about it. How did you have sex ? Am I that transparent ?"

"No Kidd-o, it's not you at all. That was a argumentation I used when I was untried, you know when Grandma Moses was a baby, and I'm proud to hear that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a grin on my face.

"But he says he loves me as much as I love him and he's willing to test it to me if I'm prepare to test my making love for him,"she told me in a convincing voice.

"And I bet that he said that he was going off to college or the USA and that he may never come home and he is a Virgin just like you and…"

"The naval forces,"she said with bended heading."He told me that he was considering going into the Navy."

I sat there in secretiveness for the longest time and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a rattling guy to take hold of your heart like this but he's just a kid, a horny, hormone raging kid who will say most anything to get in your pants and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his honest sexual love for you and maybe you'll get married, settle down and have a lot of kids. But more likely, he'll separate you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will bear given him the alone affair that you can only give once."

"They're all creeps,"she said under her breath.

"Oh Kidd-o, not all men aren't weirdie. I'm not a creep, at to the lowest degree not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"creep ”, I'm just a randy old geezer,"I said with a laugh.

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her weapons system around my neck and whispered into my ear,"I don't think you're an old geezer Gramps, I love you just the way you are."

I sat there basking in the fondness that I felt for my grand daughter for the tenacious time, remembering the very first time I held her some 17 eld ago. Her little nose was pushed back into her cheek and her thick black hairsbreadth stuck out all over the place. She had come out at 5 pounds 6 ounces, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to hold her, she shut right up and went to sleep. From that present moment to this, we have had a certain bail that no else could ever have.

A persuasion suddenly came into my brain and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some video of you, you know, existent everyday character, unscripted and fun pictures just between you and me. What do ya'say ?"

"Hey that sounds like fun,"she said all excited.

I ran for my digital and slipped in a new chip to carry through the keepers that I wanted to preserve. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the sofa in our family room with a big grin on her face. She started posing and I started snapping images of her. She would gravel like a model and then like the young lady that she was, all the while my digit was tripping the chill of the camera.

All was going corking until she took a pose facing the camera on all Little Joe. She stuck her little rear end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to lessen away from her front exposing to the camera, and me, her beautiful little bra covered breasts. Seeing them through the position finder, I stopped, looked over the camera and said,"Kidd-o, do you want to bear witness off everything to the tv camera like that ?"

She looked down and got a large big grin on he face and said,"If no one but you ever sees these then I don't mind. I'll just see how horny you really are."

"O.K., but let me warn you, you don't want to mess with the crap because you're likely to get the saddle horn,"I warned her placing the camera back up to my eye. I thought to myself,"My sugariness innocent little grand piano girl is turning into a genuine cock tease"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few shots of her in this pose and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to lower herself down even further onto her outstretched arms. She willingly followed my estimate as she soon opened up her entire titty region to my view. I sucked in my breath as a strange little grin came over her nerve. After getting all of the word-painting that I wanted, I told her get up on her knees and to pull out her cutoff shirt to one side and off of her shoulder and then to pull the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instructions to the tee, the entire side of her chest cable was for all intent and purposes nude except for her breast itself and I could see office of it. The raft was so stimulating that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

Her eyes were starting to get more serious now that I had taken over. Her look became much more intense and, well, sensuous than before and she seemed to be breathing deeply through her open mouth.

"Sit up now and pull your articulatio genus up to your dresser,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her weaponry around her knees, I went forward and positioned the leg hollow of her shorts aside to let out the edge of her step-in. Marty turned a bright red but didn't movement an inch. I took several jibe of just a suggestion of the genitalia of her scanty and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her parted lips.

The following pose that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her shortstop open up with her thumb inserted in her sky blue step-in. I had her pull in down on the pliable to just barely over her pitcher as she scooted the keister hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into vista. Her expression was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to bar rightfulness there and impart her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my sumptuous girl, my lovely Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my arms only a few twelvemonth ago. What the hell am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the words come out of my rima oris,"Why don't you go in and change into something else. Do you stimulate a dress or something in that suitcase you brought ? Come out with something literal sexy on."These word did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the elbow room where her lawsuit case full of dress was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my cock was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my grand daughter to reappear from the room and I was agonizing over just what she would come up with that met the definition of"sexy ”. It only took her a few instant to come down the hall to point me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a slight little moan. She was wearing a nice little sensationalistic sundress that had spaghetti straps that held up the two triangles covering her front and a full skirt that fell to her mid second joint. I don't know if the cloth was so thin or it was my imagination getting the intimately of me but I swore I could notice two slight prominence show up under the tear line of that dress. I swallowed hard as I raised the camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the room, stopping every once in awhile to strike a aphrodisiacal piddling pose. Once she stopped with her back to the photographic camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the full dress in space, dropping it down to her bicep with the material barely covering her breast. She got the devilish grin on her side as she tucked her lower lip under her forepart teeth and moved the arm with the strap off of it down to the hem of her skirt. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her scanty air as her eyes begged me to snap her exposure.

I complied with her regard by taking many pictures of her from the English, the front and the nates. I then asked her to unzip the attire. The look on her look told me that I just may throw crossed the phone line but after a abbreviated hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely speak but I once again asked her to move out the straps from her shoulders let it fall free down her arms. I whispered for her to hold it in spot just barely covering her nipples as I snapped the camera wildly. In that location, it showed her bare back and top of her blue angel panty from the behind and virtually of her breasts from the presence. The look it her eyes was wild with expression as I continued to wonder just how far this would go.

I walked around to her backside and slowly hooked her panties with my forefinger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to travel them down about half way over her butt against cheeks. I moved away and began taking pictures once again as she settled back down and the grin came back to her face. There was a svelte coup d'oeil of terror in that grinning but I had the tactile sensation that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to glass over she was so excited and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to take moving-picture show of her in many suggestive poses but when I was standing right in front of her and I said to her,"lease your hands away from your breast and let the dress fall to the floor,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

"granddad, no, I think we taken this thing as far as we should,"she said through her panting breaths."I think we've taken adequate don't you ?"she told me.

"You're powerful Kidd-o. I've got rafts of great photograph here and I think we should stop also,"I lied to her with my scoop expression forward."Do you want to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her straps up over her shoulder, but bother to zip up the dress. She came over to where I was and sat down next to me as we both reviewed my photography accomplishment. We started at the last one that I took and I heard her gasp as if soul had kicked her right in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in embarrassment,"I didn't know that you could see so much of my butt."

"I like this one,"I told her."You look so sexy."

She looked at it for a second gear and then asked,"gramps, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

"Oh my God yes Marty,"I said with my admittedly look coming out."I think that you're really sexy don't you ?"

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in thought. Finally she asked,"Gramps do you still want to pick out that last pose of me, you know the one where I drop the dress down to the trading floor ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would wish to take. You can sit down on the floor Indian trend and consume the straps off of your shoulders again. Now cover your step-in with your annulus and hold the dress up to track your dummy. Look like you want to loosen the camera."

Marty's look was perfect as she struck that exact pose. Her skirt was drawn up in a clustering right at her privates and her paw held the two trigon of the dress barely covering her bosom. The aspect on her face made me melt it was so sensual and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how sexy she looked. I snapped as many photograph as I could before reluctantly allowing her to stand back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next instructions, a worried look came across her brass.

"Only if you want to,"I said reassuringly, answering her wordless question.

The look did not leave alone her fount as she bit down on her lowly lip. Her hands started to relax and then tighten up on the front of her dress. Her hired hand relaxed once again only to clinch the framework tightly in a knot. The look in her eyes was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to create up her mind. Then in one legal brief minute of decision, she closed her eyes and let the wearing apparel fell all of the way down her consistence and gather at her feet. I looked up at her red font and her eyes were tightly closed.

I tried to breathe normally but the heap of my grand girl standing before me in just her sky blue panties had taken away my ability to function properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her beauty and her wiliness to portion it with me. I had to force my sightedness to focus on the image of this goddess as the picture finally started to appear and a tenuous moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her tender rightfulness hand was covering her left white meat and her forearm was resting on the right field. Her eyes were still closed and a slight grimace of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her nerve were flushed and her neck was red but the rest of her Whitney Young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim bay window gave way to a tight little stomach as my middle passed down over her curves. Her disconsolate panties exposed the range of a function of her tight one shot cumulus and I detected just a wind of the dimpled impression of her pubic haircloth pushing its way up to meet the cloth. Her glorious legs were tightly clamped together in an effort to protect against any possibly of exposure of her hill but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her eyes but the feeling that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to give the lens the sultriest look that she could manage as I began snapping the shutter of the television camera. She opened her center and the look was amazingly aphrodisiac. She dropped her left handwriting to her tummy and crossed her result knee over the other. I captured her image in the picture and my heart skipped a beat.

"Move your left hand down and cabbage your scanty with your ovolo,"I commanded with the huskiest voice. She complied with my request."tug it down off of your hip. Lower. Even gloomy yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the rubber band on the initiative of the leg at a point where just a clue of her pubic hair was showing. She never moved her stare from my heart during the instructions but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my meat was in my throat with fervor. My peg were trembling as I was trying to keep open the tv camera in focal point and was definitely sword lily that I had it on auto.

"turning a little to the right,"I commanded."Now to the left. Now turn around and look over your articulatio humeri at me. pay me that sexy look again."

After following each of teaching, she finally turned to face me with a questioning smell in her eyes.

"Oh Marty, that was perfect. You looked so sexy and vex. I could contain your picture all day long,"I told her.

She looked salve but did not move an column inch."I have one more pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and bring in your stifle up to our chest. I want you to clasp your knee with your arms so that your breasts are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her lead arm for support and the compensate one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her munition around them tightly. Looking over the top of her knees, she got this sexy flavour back again and I started taking pic as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a mere two substructure away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left to regain the absolute sound angle for the barb I wanted. Then I saw it right in front of me.

I was off to the left just a little and I had just the right on angle that I saw her eyes looking longingly at the camera and a slim little sky blue puffy grinder sticking out between her two thigh. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the picture. It was the arrant way to end the picture shoot so I sat the camera aside, looked longingly into my grand girl's loving optic and moved forward to give her a little kiss of appreciation.

As I pressed my lips tenderly against hers, I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the pocket-sized niggling Amytal spot that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a beseeching looking but said nothing. She continued to look into my eyes as I smiled a sure-footed smile and repeated my caress. She took in a sharp breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue cover of her pleasure zone as I continued to kiss her lips. She responded with an urgent cry of desire and a emphatic orifice of her back talk. Feeling her springiness in to my osculation, I pressed even more into her soft wetness and moved my finger in between her low-pitched lips. Her osculate became prehensile and her legs slowly slid apart so my hand could totally encompass her sky sorry panties. As I pressed my medallion into its softness, her stage slipped downward exposing her bare little breast to me for the firstly time.

I pressed her backward with my candy kiss as she lay back on the floor with my other hand behind her to give her the funding. As her head met the rug she opened her eyes and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the fragile grin. Her look did not deepen as I looked down at her breasts. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not gain just how perfect they were. My eyes consumed them in their softness and their perfection and I got an unruly urge to put my lips down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her eye once again.

Her tight little pink areolas were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two cutest little pebble sized mammilla just waiting to be suckled and when my mouth encompassed first one and then the former, she let out the tawdry groan that I have ever heard.

My hand was busily giving her joy by sliding up and down between her two lips and concentrating on her node that was located near the top. She was beginning to jerk her articulatio coxae every time I bumped into it and I was bumping into it as often as I could.

I suddenly placed my hired hand at the waistline striation of her sky blue panty and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh gramps, please don't, not in there,"but it was too late. I rested my touch on her wet hairy hill and my finger went directly up to meet her clitoris. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my deal and sucking the life into her mammilla as I lost all control over my mind and green goddess. My fist was between her legs pushing her scanty down over her hip and exposed my caressing handwriting to the visible radiation of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her legs and threw them to the side. Now she was totally au naturel and her legs were wide apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing center opened wide with lust. Her face was like a craze woman who knew what she wanted and how to direct it. She looked deep into my own sphere and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my trouser. She had them open in a flash and was pulling my stone hard rod out of them with the roughness of the need that she must have been feeling. Then, laying it flat on my breadbasket, she placed it in between her two sass and started to rock herself into a frenzy.

She was sitting up with her hands on my second joint, rocking and grinding her herself into my stopcock. She had her eyes closed and her fountainhead back as the foreign strait started emanating out of her mouth. As she continued to grind, she started to clench her teeth and then she stared down into my eyes. What I saw was pure lust, pain and simple and she had the facial expression of a desperate honey crazed Pres Young woman.

I felt her juices from her trivial slit as she slid my shaft up to touch her clit. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with prediction. Then she rose up on her knees and took my rod in her clenched fist. She started to position it directly under her chess opening. A look of horror must bear crossed my facial expression because in her lustfulness, she smiled and told me,"I want this grandfather !"

Both of my hands were on her coxa and they came upon a strange feeling band aide fleck. My figures were trying to decipher what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the maculation for a patch,"and started to ease herself down on my unshakable rod. I saw her eye roll back into her head as it slowly started to stretch it way into her young vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the minginess began to become so intense that we were each starting to feel uncomfortable. But when I hit her barrier, I could tell that her discomfort was almost More than she could hold. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth hung open as she began to frantically pant through her lips. Then, taking in a full breathing space of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a plunge and let out a scream as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to rest for a moment. I looked into to closed eyes at the pain that she felt but slowly began to fight it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the beginning clock time she opened her oculus and gave me a rebuff smile. The looking in her optic was one of determination as she started to rock upon my rod resting deep interior of her womb. She closed her eyes once again and a wondrous tactual sensation of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to rise and fall upon my stiff rod that was sliding into her womanhood and the faster she slipped it in, the to a greater extent force play she used to spike herself with. Her wetness was running out of her first step as her external respiration came strained and tug. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my loins. I knew that I was about to blow but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to raise my hips up off of the level to contact her every poke and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to restrain my explosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls cramp down on my turncock and I knew she was about to drop off it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to reduce up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her mouthpiece and yelled out,"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGG ! !"

She was rocking and throwing herself down on my shooting member as I emptied my sack trench within her uterus. Her expression was contorted beyond recondition and her intimation came in jaggy pant of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying rooster, milking every drop out of it with her compressed little vagina. Finally neither of us could take it any boost and she collapsed down on top of me gasping for air.

We rested as we gained our senses once again. I fell into a peaceable slumber that lasted thirster than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the exhibitioner running for a bit and then it turned off. The room access opened and there came my darling out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She headed for her elbow room without even glancing my way. I got up and headed for the bathroom myself.

In about 30 minutes we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a movie and she readily agreed. We saw a quixotic funniness that evening and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got plate, she came up to me and gave me a spate on the buttock and told me"Goodnight Gramps ”.

The following morning we shared a breakfast clock time together and she said that she needed to get household to get ready for her new job tomorrow. I carried her grip to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warmest smile on her face.

"grandad, I want to thank you for, ah, well for everything. I learned so much this weekend that I know I will use the rest of my life."

She looked deep into my eyes and I think that I saw a tear start to overflow. I wiped it away with my finger's breadth as I let it dawdle for a endorsement on her impudence. She moved her cheek into my caress as she said,"I will always remember this weekend grandpa. Always. I love you Gramps."

"Me too Kidd-o, me too,"I said as I closed the room access to her car.

I watched as she drove down the street and out of scene around the corner. I walked back into the lone firm and discover my camera sitting on the table next to the couch. I picked it up and turned it on to review the pictures that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the potato chip in the tv camera that I knew I had put in. Then I smiled and softly said to myself,"happy viewing Marty. You're beautiful. ”, and walked down the student residence to put my television camera away .